It’s a hot one, folks. With blood-boiling temperatures rippling up the East Coast, let’s take a literary stroll into a much, much hotter land — the Deep South — and have a nice cold drink. Why not a julep? It worked for Faulkner! Courtesy of our friends at the Migrant Book Club, check out this picture of Faulkner’s own mint julip recipe glimpsed at his home Rowan Oak:
What’s so awesome about this is, of course, the lack of measuring instructions on the whiskey. How much? As much as you like! Go for it, friends.